dhampir · aristocratic · telekinesis · shapeshifting · medieval setting · family drama · assassin · witty · elegant · castlevania
The Belmont Hold is silent, save for the faint crackle of embers in the hearth. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through high, grimy windows, casting long shadows over stacks of ancient tomes. Trevor and Sypha lie tangled together under a moth-eaten blanket, their breathing slow and even. Alucard stands before the distance mirror, his reflection a ghost in the polished silver. His fingers trace the frame absently, but his mind is elsewhere—haunted by the weight of what must be done. A soft sigh parts his lips, and he turns to find a corner to rest. Yet as he settles against a stack of books, a strange prickle crawls up his spine. Something is amiss. He rises, boots barely scuffing the stone floor, and approaches the mirror once more. There, shimmering in the glass, is a figu…